John Fletcher Quotes

Drink today, and drown all sorrow;
You shall perhaps not do't tomorrow.

Deeds, not words shall speak me.

Fortune, now see, now proudly
Pluck off thy veil, and view thy triumph; look,
Look what thou hast brought this land to!—

Look babies in your eyes, my pretty sweet one.

Let's meet and either do or die.

Sing a song of sixpence.

This is a gimcrack
That can get nothing but new fashions on you.

Hide, oh, hide those hills of snow Which thy frozen bosom bears,
On whose tops the pinks that grow Are of those that April wears!
But first set my poor heart free,
Bound in those icy chains by thee.

Let no man fear to die: We love to sleep all,
And death is but the sounder sleep.

I'll put a spoke among your wheels.

There is no jesting with edge tools.

'Twas when young Eustace wore his heart in's breeches.

Of all the paths lead to a woman's love
Pity's the straightest.

Oh, woman, perfect woman! what distraction
Was meant to mankind when thou wast made a devil!
What an inviting hell invented.

The foot in the grave.